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May 28, 2003... 10:44 a.m... Real movie ratings

Like many other web guys, radio guys, newspaper guys, and TV guys, I enjoy spouting my opinion about the latest movie I just saw.  (And if you think I'm sexist because I only mentioned guys above, I challenge you to come up with a single well known female movie reviewer.)  Anyhow, I decided that Ebert and the dead guy had thumbs up, thumbs down.  Lots of people use stars, anywhere from three to five being top notch.  I even saw a reviewer who offered adult video reviews ranging from "flacid & floppy" to "purple & throbbing".

Well, it's time for SunFyre to have a system!  I realized that all people really want to know is "am I going to get ripped off" when they see a movie.  How many times have you said, "let's wait for that one on video" because you weren't sure if it was worth the movie ticket price.  Well, finally you'll have definitive answers using my simple ratings system.

The lowest rating a movie can get using this system is "give me two hours of my life back."  These are movies so bad that, even the rental price isn't as painful as your valuable time and energy.  Often I won't even review these in great detail, because these pieces of celluloid crap don't deserve more of my time.  Occasionally you'll have to trust me on this rating.  I will however always give positive credit where credit is due.  For example, the Jim Carrey movie Dumb and Dumber fell in this category, unless of course... if you enjoy flatulence, this film has probably the best fart scene in history.

All those "wait for video, or better yet, HBO" movies are here.  Some of these simply aren't worth paying the high ticket price, and others are just more enjoyable in the privacy of your own home.  Occasionally a bad movie with great visual effects appears here.  If so, I'd recommend seeing it in the theater if you have a cheap second run place nearby.  You'll find lots of romantic comedies and mediocre suspense flix here.

If you're a guy like me, you've never seen a movie for seven bucks.  People go to the movies with other people.  You get the mega cup of soda to share, then realize nobody else likes Sprite, and end up drinking it yourself.  You wait in line 20 minutes, get popcorn with salt and butter that somehow tastes better than micro-pop.  You squeeze into a crowded theater then sit for two and one-half hours then rush out to the bathroom because the sprite has been screaming in your bladder for the past twenty minutes.  There's a lot at stake when taking in a movie.  Our third category of movie are films that are worth all the pain in your wallet and abdomen.  Great movies you'll talk about for at least a week and be proud to say "I saw that in the theater".

These are great movies.  See them in the theaters, several times if possible.  Buy them on DVD and show them to friends time and again.  Eventually, I'll add a top 100 to this site, but until then I'll let them trickle in the regular posts.  These are change-your-life movies.  They can be great stories, amazing acting, original writing, and important cinematic works... or maybe they are just my favorites.  Regardless, go see them, rent them, purchase them, and see them again.

Every video and movie I review will include one of the above tags.  I've even retro-fitted my old posts with them.  Tell me what you think.

SunFyre

May 27, 2003... 11:44 p.m... Kids and Pets

Kids who look like their pets.

May 26, 2003... 9:41 p.m.... Raining Again

If you live anywhere near Pennsylvania, you'll know it's the rainiest May in recent history.  We've had exactly one day over 80 degrees, and few over 70.  I remember the sun for a few minutes during my kids birthday party, but I don't think we've had a sunny day since then.  My poor babies love to go outside, but everything is a damp cold muddy mess.  The ground is so saturated that mud is seeping up between the bricks in our sidewalk.

Because of this I've had way to much time on my hands this weekend.  Here's what I've been doing...

I watched Gil de Ferran win the Indianapolis 500.  I've always cheered for him, especially since joining Roger Penske's team.  He beat his teammate, Helio Castroneves by less than 1/3 of a second.  Considering they are from Brazil, it's strange to say they are a hometown favorite here.  Actually Roger Penske is based here in Reading PA.

I rented two movies with KAT, but the babies didn't go to bed on time, so we didn't get to watch either one.  I'll be reviewing Hearts in Atlantis and High Crimes over the next few days, hopefully.

I made a couple CDs.  My little guy has just started dancing.  He doesn't even walk yet, but he holds on to my wheelchair and dances.  He just started going crazy when Tom Petty (a.k.a. the good-looking Wilbury) came on the radio.  Anyhow, I made a CD with Kings Highway for him.

Web surfing took up many hours.  Here's one of the things that made me laugh.  Here's something that made me angry.  This made me sad.  This amazed me.  And this made me want to Fly Naked.

I played a lot of golf this weekend too.  (In honor of Annika, who didn't make the cut on Friday) I played this online version for a while, then broke out my old Links 2000 and re-installed it.  I completely suck!

One final thought... only five of you slackers has taken my survey.  So click the monkey now!

 

May 24, 2003... 7:33 p.m.... Tele-f@cking-marketers!

You just sit down to dinner... the babies just fell asleep... American Idol or Friends just started... you're at the climactic chase scene in your favorite heist movie... or you are trying to get the clasp of a bra undone with your teeth... that's when it happens!  That's when a telemarketer calls to sell you something.  They say, "This isn't a sales call, it's a courtesy call."  Nothing is less courteous in the world than a courtesy call.

If you need long distance services, satellite dishes, life insurance, auto insurance, fire insurance or even insurance insurance, look no further because they will track you down.  Credit card offers, vacation deals, time-shares and free radon testing is all available by simply picking up the phone.

I'm sick of it and have decided to do something about it.  I thought about writing to my congressman, or complaining to the Better Business Bureau, but both of them have jobs because businesses support them.  It's time for drastic measures.

Here's the plan... it's basic business sense.  If supply shrinks then prices rise.  Telemarketing firms supply people.  The only way to shrink the people supply is encourage as many as possible to quit meaningless jobs, or commit suicide.  Either is fine.  

I've developed a short list of 10 techniques you can do at home to expedite this process.  Writing about them doesn't really do them justice, therefore I've created a completely separate SunFyre page called 10 Things to Say When Telemarketers Call complete with audio instruction.

If we all started today, we'd shut down the telemarketing industry by next week!  Good luck troops, you're in my army now!

SunFyre

May 23, 2003... 12:12 a.m.... Swingin' Chicks

Yesterday when I was looking for something about Billie Jean King I stumbled across this site called Swingin' Chicks.  I assumed, incorrectly, it was about women who play tennis.  Actually it's about Chicks from the '60s.  At first, it looked a little stupid, frankly.  Then I started reading a few pages and became hooked.  I'm not sure if it was a publisher's web site to promote a book, or a site that turned into a book, but anyhow there's a book too.

It's got pretty detailed biographies about just about every cool female from the '60s.  Sports stars, movie stars, TV stars and stars in their own minds.  Well, here's a couple photos links to a few of my favorite Swinging Chicks and an Amazon link to the book.

And don't forget about Chicks from the '50s, '70s, and '90s.

And on this date in Swingin' Chicks history...

May 23:

On this date in 1933, actress Joan Henrietta Collins is born in London, England. On this date in 1962, Helen Gurley Brown's Sex and the Single Girl is published. Also on this date in 1962, the film of The Miracle Worker with Patty Duke is released. On this date in 1968, the Beatles open their second Apple Boutique in London.

If you are in the mood to write directly to the author, tell him you saw his book on www.SunFyre.com

May 22, 2003... 5:13 p.m... Annika Sorenstam shoots a 71

In the first round of "The Colonial", Annika Sorenstam shot a one over par 71 today.  Normally this wouldn't be news, except that "The Colonial" is a PGA not LPGA event.  It's probably the biggest event in golf since Tiger won his green jacket.

Some people are bashing Annika.  Some people are mad because she's starting a "battle of the sexes", that they don't want to see in golf.  Other people are mad because she's doing it for publicity.  It's publicity her endorsement companies want, and she's trying to boost her price tag.  They say publicity stunts don't belong in golf.

The reality is that this is a battle of the sexes, but not in the Billie Jean King vs. Bobby Riggs sense.  Back then, he challenged her, saying her dominance wasn't legitimate because she was a woman.  She was truly defending women.

This is a economic battle of the sexes.  Male golfers justify their higher prize money by simply saying they are better athletes as a whole than women.  If you take the top LPGA money winners and forced then to compete in men's tournaments, they probably wouldn't earn as much prize money.

Today, Annika supported their theory.  She's currently in the bottom 50% among the first round finishers.  She'd probably make more money finishing in the top 5% in an LPGA event.

But, that's not the real winnings.  She'll get endorsements, and be able to sell more product based on this new exposure.  She's battling men, less on the golf course, and more in the check book.  She's proving she's every bit of a marketable commodity that the top level male players are.  She's defending women's rights to equal endorsements, which is far more important than equal prize money.

What she's doing is good for women, good for girls my daughter's age, and great for the sport of golf.  I hope she makes the cut, and plays all weekend!

SunFyre

May 21, 2003... 8:35 a.m... Swallow

Well, I got another email... that's two.  This one posed a question to SunFyre.  As a servant of everyone, I'll post the correct answer, a mere two hours later.  Abyara asks,   "What is the Air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?"

There are several correct answers:

• What do you mean? An African or European swallow?
• It depends, on what you're trying to swallow.
• The average flight speed of an unladen swallow has yet to be determined, however the top flight speed of an unladen swallow is 34 mph.

How do I know for sure:

• It must be true, it's on the Internet.
• Well, you have to know these things when you're a king, you know.
• <Yoda voice> Young Jedi, what is it you seek? </Yoda voice>

Thanks to everyone who's taken the survey so far.

May 20, 2003... 8:59 p.m.... American Idol

Well, about 25 million people are just watching the end credits... who will win?!  Will it be Ruben or Clay?  Who gives a Shit?  If you do go here.  I really don't care who wins.  The only reason I even mention it here is I'm hoping to get a few search engine hits.  A couple teenage losers will probably drift by, and maybe they will say, "hey, this SunFyre thing is kind of interesting.  Maybe I'll read it tomorrow night at 9 p.m. instead of watching Fox"... probably not.

On another topic... I'm starting to enjoy my infrequent nights writing for you all.  I'm doing a little survey for a couple weeks.  The survey asks what you'd like to see, read, hear etc. on SunFyre.com.  Please take a minute to do the survey in the little pop-up window.  If it didn't pop, you can go directly to it here. I'm planning to do many surveys in the future.  Watch for the survey monkey.

I've spent the past four days lining up interviews.  My little company has a opening for an administrative assistant, part time, 15-25 hours per week.  If you live near Reading PA and have half a brain, you're qualified.  With that said, I can't believe how many people don't have half a brain.  I scheduled four interviews for today, six for tomorrow, and two on Thursday.  Of the four scheduled today, only one person showed up.  One guy called to reschedule, and the other two didn't show at all.  I can't believe how many people don't show up for job interviews.  I've interviewed personal care attendants on several occasions and the no-show rate is about 50%.  For an administrative assistant, I figured that rate would be much lower.  So far it's higher.

So far, the leading candidates are both highly qualified (over qualified) people in their early '50s who are both recovering from minor surgery, and lost their last positions due to health problems.  I think when they see I'm in a wheelchair, they got excited.  They figure "this guy will understand my chronic diseases and debilitating attitude."  Dead wrong... I've only succeeded in getting married, graduating college, having a career, and managing the people that manage my life through going beyond the limitations of my body.  I demand excellence of everyone who supports me.  Maybe that's why I cycle through people relatively quickly.  Keep up, or move on.

May 17, 2003... 1:something in the morning

I'm up late against my will again.  This time I can't blame it on KAT. I've just got a little case of heart burn.  I figured I'll just write until I belch... then go to bed.

My wife's sister, SIL (sister-in-law) and her boyfriend, Daryl are here tonight.  SIL lived with us for about four months.  I love her very much.  She's kind, generous, cute, and makes excellent chocolate chip cookies.

With that said... I've never met a woman in such dire need of a blow job in my life.  Guys understand what I'm talking about.  Blow jobs are easy.  You don't have to work much, no performance anxiety, they feel great, and there's this peaceful easy feeling afterwards.  It's impossible to be uptight afterwards.

SIL is extremely uptight throughout her entire existence.  She desperately wanted a boyfriend, but her standards are extremely high.  She wants the perfect gentleman, who will be a loyal husband and father.  However, she can't stand guys like that.  Guys like Daryl.

What she needs is what her sister has.  A good guy who swears occasionally, drinks occasionally, but also knows how to light a fire occasionally.  I'm not talking about roasting marshmallows either.  She needs a guy willing to kiss her in the back of her church so deep and soft that her knees buckle.

That's how I got her sister!

May 14, 2003... 11:32 p.m...   Goodnight, Sweet Princess

Tonight, for the first time in three nights the babies went to bed normally.  Typically we start with bottles at 8 p.m. and around 8:30 they go to sleep.  The last three nights, however it took us over 1 1/2 hours to get them settled.  I felt like pulling my hair out.  

It's hard because I can't pick them up myself.  I can only hold them safely with another adult helping me.  Normally, it's KAT, except when she works late Tuesday nights.  That night our assistant J-Bo helps out.  Last night, J-Bo was trying to get them down, and they were both screaming.  Normally, if they are fussy, I play with Sun Jr. and KAT puts A. Grace down.  After she's down, KAT comes and gets Little Sun and he is ready by then.

With J-Bo it just wasn't working.  We were both at wit's end.  We tried it regular, then switched because A. Grace couldn't be consoled.  She took Sun Jr. into the nursery and I sat next to the Pack-N-Play and talked and sang to A. Grace.  She calmed, then sat, then laid, then finally slept.  I wanted to rub her back, or hold her or stroke her hair.  I couldn't, but she finally slept.

I felt like I'd climbed a mountain.  I know it sounds strange, but putting my baby girl to bed, and getting her to sleep was amazing for me.  A. Grace fell asleep to the sound of my voice.  It's all I have to give, and I'd often felt inadequate, but no more.  My voice can inspire from the platform, write on this computer, and finally rock my baby to sleep.

May 11, 2003... 11:22 p.m... I love FAST cars

Well, after my little rant yesterday I was reminded how much I love fast cars.  Bridgestone presents the Champ Car World Series powered by Ford put on an amazing show today.  The tape delayed race Saturday was nothing special, and I see now why they haven't raced at Brands Hatch for 25 years.  It's a dangerous narrow track, with out of date pit lanes, and didn't offer much excitement.  The drivers settled into a comfortable routine, and were careful.  I expected at least half a dozen yellow flags, but there were only two single car incidents.

Sunday was a different story.  Another CART race ran live from Germany.  This was an outstanding race.  100 of the 155 laps were hotly contested by four different drivers who were the class of the field.  There actually wasn't much passing, but not because of the track, simply because the top few drivers were so equally matched.  I'd have liked to seen an oval master like Michael Andretti, Greg Moore, or Kenny Brack in one of those four cars.  I'd want to see if any of them could make passes that eluded the podium finishers.

One other brief note... Alex Zanardi drove a hand controlled champ car for 13 laps before the race at 194 miles per hour.  I literally sat there with goosebumps and tears welled up.  Watching a disabled man do what I've always longed to do, was tremendously emotional for me.

About three times a week I start up my old Indy car game and race a full race.  Two hours later I sit in my wheelchair completely exhausted.  Even my ankles hurt because as I play on the keyboard, I'm subconsciously jamming the gas pedal and brake.  I set the difficulty high, so if I don't make a significant mistake, I hope for a podium of my own.

You inspire me, Alex.  Thank you.

May 10, 2003... 7:51 a.m.... CART pisses me off again

There was a CART race on Monday in England.  It was run at historic Brands Hatch, the former Formula One track.  It's known as the "Roval" because it's an oval, with an inverted stretch, making it a cocky smile shaped track.  It's an oval, but you must be a master road racer to conquer it.  Road + oval = Roval.

Much applause for returning to this track and bringing cart to the UK again.

Well, I'd tell you all about the winner and what a terrific race it was, but I haven't seen it yet.  You see, (this is the part that makes me angry) it was being broadcast on CBS... Today!  I'm glad they got a major network broadcasting it again, but waiting five days is ridiculous.  I realize CBS didn't want to preempt its regular soap opera "Bastards and Bitches"or whatever it's called.  I also realize that it wouldn't get many viewers if broadcast live, but come on!  Waiting to broadcast 5 days is ridiculous for its real fans.

CART's biggest problem has been that, not only, is it failing to attract lots of new fans, but it's losing the fans it had.  Dropping excellent tracks, in excellent cities is crazy.  No race in Brazil, and they lost Michigan Speedway, the most competitive 500 mile race in the world.

What is good is more road courses.  CART is quickly becoming a proving ground for future Formula One racers.  I'd like to see another American get a realistic chance in F1 again.   The primary reason there aren't any Americans in the series now, is that few Americans aspire to become open wheel road course masters.  This new CART series redesign may help that... if people can watch the damn races!

Well, this rant is rambling a little more than I intended.  I have to go now.  The race is on in a couple hours.  Have and opinion?  Email SunFyre.

May 9, 2003... 10:42 p.m....  Give me two hours of my life back!

If you are like me, 30 something and male, you probably watched Planet of the Apes on TV while growing up.  Then about once a year or so, the original Charlton Heston version from 1968 would be on TV.  Then cable TV came, and it was on TBS or USA Network nearly every week.  Somehow this box office bomb became a cult classic.

• #1 rule about cult classics... don't remake them!

I saw the 2001 version with Marky Mark yesterday.  What a piece of crap that was.  Horrible script, horrible acting and mediocre special effects.  Tim Burton directed it, and I'm a huge Burton fan.  His movies are usually visually stimulating and artistic.

The only really interesting part about it was the hordes of extras dressed in monkey suits actually acted like apes.  They had apparently spent days or weeks learning to move like apes, humanoid apes.  The scenes of them running, jumping and simply walking were well thought out and crafted.  My perception is they ran out of time and did the acting, writing, and special effects the last week of filming.

Normally, this is where I recommend it to a certain group.  If a movie isn't good, but a certain group of individuals would like it, I tell them to buy it.  But science fiction geeks, Marky Mark fans, Tim Burton fans, and even monkey-ologists will hate this movie.  Wait, people who love bad movies... no, even they will hate it.

My recommendations... rent the original, or get the TV Series on DVD.

SunFyre

May 4, 2003... 11:45 p.m.... Winona Ryder in a Cat Fight

I saw Mr. Deeds over the weekend.  I've always liked Adam Sandler.  He walks the fine line between intelligent humor and stupidity well.  With that said, this movie disappointed me.  He tripped over the line into stupidity a few times too often.  

John Turturro and Steve Buscemi are two of my favorite darkly comedic actors,  but their characters were simply annoying in this film.

Sandler is funny as usual.  A couple times I found myself laughing hysterically, but it isn't non stop, and some gags simply bombed. There is some plot, but not tons.  One cameo by John McEnroe was pretty funny.

The bright spot was Winona Ryder looking as good as ever.  I used to like her  but haven't seen her in anything quality since Girl Interrupted, and she took such a second chair to Angelina Jolie in that movie, it was difficult to think of Winona as the star.

In this movie she looked terrific and was pretty funny.  One hilarious scene is her fighting Conchata Ferrell, who's quite a robust woman.

If your a huge Adam Sandler fan, you probably want to own this movie.  If not, rent it, it's worth the $3.95 but not a lot more.

May 3, 2003... 11:45 p.m.... Party

The party went pretty much as planned.  I made my world famous meatball sandwiches.  I had two 6-quart Crock Pots filled to capacity, and they were gone by 2:00 p.m.  The party was from noon to 8 p.m., so my sister's boyfriend, Vintendo, went and got a huge box of hamburger patties and hot dogs.  They weren't as popular.  I'll be eating hamburger patties for two months.

Speaking of Vintendo, my grandmother cornered him and asked "when are you going to make an honest woman of my granddaughter" in a way that you knew she was completely serious.  She wanted dates, times, places and she wanted them now.

Poor Vintendo didn't have the guts to say... "as soon as she says Yes!"  It was a sad scene, one of those sad scenes that makes you want to laugh for about an hour, on the inside.

The babies ate cake.  Well, A. Grace ate hers, and Sun Jr. smeared his on his pants, in his hair, on his sister, and thankfully on his nosey great-grandmother.

May 2, 2003... 9:45 p.m... Happy Birthday

Today was my Twins' birthday.  It's hard to believe that one year ago we were new parents.  Now they are crawling and doing the drunken sailor walk.  Tomorrow we are having a huge party.

Jerry Seinfeld says your first birthday party and your last birthday party are very similar...

• None of your friends are there
• You're wearing a diaper and have no teeth
• and you always end up with cake on your face

I got my son a Radio Flyer Little Red Roadster, so his open wheel racing days have started.  Granted, his feet can't touch the ground when he sits on it, but that's something his chief engineer will work on.

I got my daughter this Winnie the Pooh doll that dances and sings when you shake the rattle.  She is a little scared of it so far.

My two sisters (and one boyfriend) are here tonight helping us celebrate and get ready for the bash tomorrow.  By the way, you are invited!

April 25, 2003... 8:43 p.m.... I got my ass kicked

It all started just a couple weeks ago.  Work was going well, I was having fun playing EverQuest, then it struck.  My kids got this nasty little stomach virus that made really disgusting liquid fly from both ends of their body.  The poor little guy and girl couldn't keep anything inside for about 5 days.  KAT and I were getting exhausted about half way through day three.  That's when my fever broke out.  I said "I'm not getting sick" for two days, then during the EverQuest raid I was hit by a truck.  It took me a week to get the fever, congestion, and pain under control.  Then another week to regain my strength and stamina.  I haven't been sick like that since 1996, when I spent 8 days in the hospital and missed nearly a month of work.

I began working again on Tuesday, and finally, today feel back to normal.  Thank God!  I haven't seen my guild mates on EverQuest since then.  I hope I'm still their favorite cleric, but probably not.

April 3, 2003... 6:08 p.m..... Raid Announcemet

I'm organizing a raid on the Mines of Nurga in Frontier Mountains.  It's a relatively easy area for levels 36-45 to get some experience, cash and practice as a group.  More details and a Sign ups are being taken here. If you have any questions, feel free to email me here.

SunFyre

April 2, 2003... 1:06 p.m.

I played an April Fool's joke on one of my friends in game last night.  She was out in real life, just a grocery run or something stupid, and her character wasn't logged in.  So, with a little help from her sister, I got the password and started her level 61 Druid.  I took her to the bank and deposited all of her armor and withdrew all her cash (39 platinum pieces) and converted it all to copper.  She had over 39,000 copper pieces.  Then I purchased eight lumps of iron ore, at 15 stone each.  She had 965 of weight, with only 65 strength.  Then I ported her to Surefall Glade, bound her there so she couldn't gate back to the bank.  Then cast ensnare and root on her.  Then I used up all her mana which buffs, and removed them all..  Then I de-memmed all her spells.  The final touch was typing /guildremove.

Fifteen minutes later she logged on, to find herself naked in an empty zone and stuck.  She tried to get a guildie to help, and found she had no guild.  She gated, only to move a few inches.  She was convinced her account had been hacked when the tells started.  About 30 people in my guild started sending tells asking "Why are you naked?"  First she thought they were all in surefall.  Then she realized they are all members of Advisors of Honor, and instantly knew SunFyre was behind it.

About three minutes later the telephone rang at my house, and the swearing began! ROFLMAO.

March 31, 2003... 9:22 p.m.

KAT and I rented One Hour Photo last night.  It stars Robin Williams and the guy from Alias, although Robin Williams has the only starring role.  The movie is very slow.  Robin Williams character is a lonely, boring guy who is obsessive about making the perfect prints at the counter of a one hour photo place at Savmart.  The writing and photography is bland, but I believe that was on purpose to make the character seem bland.  He becomes obsessive about a family who have been developing film about once every few weeks for nine years.  He perceives them as the perfect family, and sees himself as practically a member of the family, only in his own mind.  You realize he's losing touch when they show his apartment, including a room wallpapered with extra copies of the family's prints.

Generally this movie was well crafted, almost too well.  The character is perfectly portrayed as boring and lonely, but unfortunately we don't enjoy boring people.  Watching him on screen virtually 100% of the movie, was tedious.  Several times I nearly hit stop, but didn't.

Of course, half way through we realize that life is getting bad for Seymour (Williams) and the family isn't as perfect as he perceives.  When Seymour gets fired, and steals a giant hunting knife from Savmart, we know the big climax is coming.  The police start tracking his movements, too easily, and we get geared up for another nick-of-time rescue.  Only, it never happens.  The ending has an unpredictable twist that's worth sitting through the boring parts.

It's one of those movies worth watching, but not worth watching twice.  I got my $3.98 worth, but not much more.

Tell me what you think.  Or suggest a movie I should rent next.

March 16, 2003... 2:52 p.m.

I started an affiliation with Amazon.com.  I'm not going to beat anyone over the head with advertising and crap, but the reality is that this site costs about 30 bucks a month to keep going.  

I have several sites that I manage, but this is my personal site.  It's clean, crisp and all me. You'll never see that something added here that I think sucks.  Any advertising you'll see on my site will be because I've reviewed a product or service and actually would use, or do use it myself.  I love Amazon.  They offer good prices and exceptional service.  Most of you may have shopped their already, and some of you do on a regular basis.  

If so, please click one of my links before purchasing something.  If you do, I will earn 15% referral.  If my readers buy $200 a month, this web site stays up!  If my readers by $2,000,000 a month, I earn thirty grand, and I do my updates from my own South Pacific Island that I'll name SunFyre Island.  That would be cool... yeah... oh, yeah.

March 15, 2003... 11:00 p.m.

The Washington Wizards beat the Miami Heat, 89-82.  Michael Jordan scored 19, and Jerry Stackhouse scored 37.  Am I a huge basketball fan?  No, thank you.  I find professional basketball boring, the players (with some exceptions) tiring and annoying, and the League simply comical.  I love the game, I just think it's better played by Temple University than any NBA team.

With that said, you probably wonder why I bring up the Wizards game.  Well, it's my little sister's birthday today and she's at the game watching Michael Jordan, her hero, play.  She called me and said "help".  She had asked our Dad to get her Wizards tickets for her birthday.  Unfortunately, the game is sold out.  Dad said he'd get tickets, if we could find them.  She knew I always seem to be able to get impossible tickets, and asked me to help.  I thought it was so cool that Dad was taking her to a game (he lives in Louisville KY) that I busted my butt, and called in favors and got seventh row behind the bench for only $75 each.

I called Dad to let him know I got them, and was sending them FedEx.  That's when I found out we tickets were for her and Jake, her cheap-ass, loser, so-called boyfriend.  He's taken advantage of her for thousands, always saying "we are just friends, right?".  It royally pisses me off.  And she pisses me off for letting him do it time and again.  Now I realize that the gift wasn't Michael Jordan tickets, it was her getting to take Jake to see Jordan play.

By the way, all the crap I slung about the NBA... Michael Jordan is the exception.  Good guy, great athlete.

March 14, 2003... 12:35 a.m.

Well, it's approaching 1:00 a.m. and I'm still up.  Not that one o'clock is extremely late, but it seems late when I'm awake against my will.  My wife is mad at me for no particular reason other than she feels like being mad.

She went to bed early and I clearly wasn't invited.  I'll wake her up if I go to bed now, so I'll give it another hour or two.

Maybe if one of the Twins wakes up, I'll go and snuggle with the baby then go to bed.  She'll think the baby woke her rather than me.  Although, I tried that Tuesday night and the babies slept until 4:30 a.m.

Well, maybe I'll try to write.

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